Quest Accepted!

“You have a contract today: wear this piece of clothing. What I want you to do is to not Spiritbind yourself to it, that includes interacting with the training dummies, fighting mobs, glamouring, etc. If you even bind 1% of it by mistake, I’ll force you to glamour all your classes to it. And I mean it.” His words echoed in my head as I quickly locked the door behind me to my private room. I was furious. I hated this thing the moment he showed them to me a couple days ago. I swore my face turned redder than a Dzemael Tomato. But to make him feel like he lost, I decided to prove that I wasn’t such a weakling and stripped all my armour- I wasn’t going to hide it under my Ironworks armour, oh no. I’ll show him how this can be really worn! But, by gods, you can really feel the air just passing through. My whole body cringed at the lack of clothes to hide under. I thought of going outside to prove him wrong some more, but it was nerve wracking. My hand would almost turn the doorknob, but I would never open it all the way.What if my Free Company sees me in this? I would start to shake and sweat. No, no, no, I can’t. There’s too much of my pride on the line. I couldn’t even take a step out to prove anything. I thought of bringing out a friend, a carbuncle, to aid me, but I remembered: no spiritbinding. Any kind of action could possibly mean hell for all my armour sets. Well, besides, the carbuncle might withdraw on its own accord, just seeing its master at the brink of naked. It was too much for me to handle, and I was getting lightheaded from hyperventilating all of a sudden. For the rest of the night, I was trying to comfort myself from all this anxiety from one little pair of coeurl beach briefs.--8 hours later…Okay, I can do this… I can walk outside with just these on. I swear I heard footsteps down the hall, but I kept walking, hoping that my leader wasn’t the one close by. As soon as I jumped out into the cold, I could feel my skin shriveling. This was worse than Coerthas. Yet, I had to get over with it. I decided to go to Mor Dhona to show off my briefs, only because I knew people wouldn’t care much about a Miqo’te streaking with his goods almost showing. It could almost be a common sight to see, hah! And now, here I am, in the dead of night, in Mor Dhona, standing tall in tiny briefs for a certain Au Ra’s enjoyment.